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 | The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere |  |
VII.
Stronger and steadier every hour
The pulses of the season's glee
As higher climbs that vernal Power
Which rules the azure revelry.
The pulses of the season's glee
As higher climbs that vernal Power
Which rules the azure revelry.
Trees that from winter's grey eclipse
Of late but pushed their topmost plume
Or felt with green-touched finger-tips
For spring, their perfect robes assume.
Of late but pushed their topmost plume
Or felt with green-touched finger-tips
For spring, their perfect robes assume.
Like one that reads not one that spells
The unvarying rivulet onward runs:
And bird to bird from leafier cells
Sends forth more leisurely response.
The unvarying rivulet onward runs:
And bird to bird from leafier cells
Sends forth more leisurely response.
Through gorse-gilt coverts bounds the deer;
The gorse, whose latest splendours won
Make all the fulgent wolds appear
Bright as the pastures of the sun.
The gorse, whose latest splendours won
Make all the fulgent wolds appear
Bright as the pastures of the sun.
A balmier zephyr curls the wave;
More purple flames o'er ocean dance;
And the white breaker by the cave
Falls with more cadenced resonance;
More purple flames o'er ocean dance;
And the white breaker by the cave
Falls with more cadenced resonance;
While, vague no more, the mountains stand
With quivering line or hazy hue,
But drawn with finer firmer hand,
And settling into deeper blue.
With quivering line or hazy hue,
But drawn with finer firmer hand,
And settling into deeper blue.
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